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Like a ship that’s tossed and driven,
battered by an angry sea;
When the storms of life are raging,
and their fury falls on me,
I wonder what I have done,
that makes this race so hard to run;
Then I say to my soul, take courage,
the Lord will make a way somehow.
The Lord will make a way somehow,
when beneath the cross I bow,
He will take away each sorrow,
let Him have your burdens now;
When the loads bears down so heavy
the weight is shown upon my brow,
There’s a sweet relief in knowing
the Lord will make a way somehow.
Try to do the best in service,
try to do the best you can;
When I choose to do the right thing
evil’s present on every hand;
I look up and wonder why
that good fortune passed me by;
Then I say to my soul, be patient,
the Lord will make a way somehow.
The Lord will make a way somehow,
when beneath the cross I bow,
He will take away each sorrow,
let Him have your burdens now;
When the loads bears down so heavy
the weight is shown upon my brow,
There’s a sweet relief in knowing
the Lord will make a way somehow.
Often there’s misunderstanding,
out of all the good I do;
Go to friends for consolation,
and I find them complaining, too;
So many nights I toss in pain,
wondering what the day will bring;
Then I say to my heart, don’t worry,
the Lord will make a way somehow.
The Lord will make a way somehow,
when beneath the cross I bow,
He will take away each sorrow,
let Him have your burdens now;
When the loads bears down so heavy
the weight is shown upon my brow,
There’s a sweet relief in knowing
the Lord will make a way somehow.
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